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Date: 24 August 2004 10:59:58
What me? Using wiblogging as an excuse for not getting on with the housework? Never!
I'm shattered, actually. I ended up doing prayers in the CoF last night, far later than I should have done, as there was nobody else to lead them and then, because I was so tired, I pootled around for ages instead of going to bed. What an idiot! And I had to be up at the crack of dawn this morning again to take the children sailing.
Actually, I had plenty of time to take them, but had to go round to check on Dad first. I'll blog that separately.
The boys had a brilliant time yesterday, despite the weather. Their respite carer has two children from Bellarusse to stay for the summer each year as part of a scheme to bring the children over for two months of good medical and dental treatment, good unpolluted air, good fresh unpolluted food and thus add years to their life-expectancy. It's a brilliant scheme. Activities and experiences are laid on for all 24 children who come over to the island, and the carer's children can get involved too, so my two are spending their two days' respite riding on motorboats, kayaking, rafting, playing water volley and learning to fish for crabs. Smudgelet wasn't too sure yesterday morning as he's going through a clingy patch and rather wanted to stay with mummy... but he got my usual charming sympathy "Well, I don't want you staying with me, so you're going.. and you can sit on the river bank and watch if you prefer"! This morning I told him he could stay at home with me instead of going... and you should have seen his face. If looks could kill... ;)
Sunday was brilliant too. I packed the two of them off to church with Grandad and stayed home alone. No, I wasn't skiving... not really. I mean, I had a picnic to pack. And a longing for a bit of "me" time. The picnic was for the afternoon's treat.... a trip to Appuldurcombe House to see an open air performance of Treasure Island. It was utterly brilliant! We all thoroughly enjoyed it. Smudgelet was a bit concerned at all the sword fighting, and at Long John Silver being somewhat short of a leg - and at one point needed a reassuring cuddle when someone was killed with what was obviously a real sword. At the end of the play the actors came and chatted amongst the audience - a brilliant idea - and the boys were able to ask Long John about his leg. Smudgelet came back full of excitement because he'd let him see how his leg was tucked up underneath his coat. Tiddles came back full of excitement because Long John had told him the story of how he'd had the leg shot off in a battle. The two of them then had a heated argument because both believed what they'd been told. Good job there weren't any swords lying around or there'd have been bloodshed.
Now I'm off to do some housework. I have a visitor coming at the weekend and they rather need to be able to find a bed to sleep in.. and some clean sheets and towels too, I suppose.